Page 91 of Pretend
I need to go back to my room. This was only sex.
I get off of Daegan and reach for my clothes. My feet dangle from his bed, but then the blankets shift.
Daegan stirs, stopping me in my tracks. I freeze and turn toward him, hoping I was careful enough that he stayed asleep. But no, he’s wide awake, in a cold sweat. He grabs my arm and squeezes my wrist so tight that his fingerswrap around it easily, the pain instantly brewing underneath his fiery touch. A bruise will reflect shortly. I know it by the force he’s inflicting. His power is strong.
I hiss, my eyes turning into slits, and I pull away from him. I hope he’ll let go with each pull, but he only tightens his grip.
“Where the fuck are you going?” His question catches me off guard. This isn’t Daegan. He would never actually hurt me. He has to be still asleep, or at the very least groggy.
“Daegan, you’re hurting me.” I stare at his large hand around mine. His dark hair falls in front of his scarred side.
“Why is the light off? Why is the fan on?Why am I here?” He interrogates me like he’s a prisoner. The darkness isn’t enough to shadow his sad expressions.
He’s angry, even a little scared. The way his deep voice vibrates with desperation tells me everything. He was having a nightmare. A whirlwind of emotions flickers in his grey eyes.
I raise my brows, patience filling every part of me. With my free hand, I caress his cheek, the scarred parts, and my thumb brushes up and down in a soothing way.
“Hey…it’s okay.You’re okay. It’s safe.” I bow my head to meet his beautiful eyes. My knees skid across the mattress to get closer. “I’m not going to hurt you. You’re safe.” I kiss his lips once making sure it’s fast and stern. I need him to wake up. I need him to realize where he is without sending him into a panic.
It’s a quick kiss, but long enough to make me feel like I’m in a cloud of bliss. Daegan makes me forget anything and everything. The first man to have this effect on me, and it scares me. My heart rate is racing, and now it’s becoming more peaceful with each touch.
Daegan stiffens, his body turning to stone like he wants to fall apart or push me away. I open my eyes, and his other hand holds his knife. The moon shines against the Damascus blade, and my eyes widen.
Was he going to stab me?
He lets go of the knife, replacing his weapon with the back of my head instead. He crashes his lips against mine, rough and needy. Sexy and full of lustrous growls between each kiss. His tongue travels between my teeth, and he kisses me over and over again. Fast and messy. His beard pokes against my skin with each collision.
God, I love it when it does that.
His body weight pushes me down until he’s on top, and my back is back in the bed. He makes his way in between my legs, and I can feel the tip of his cock, begging for my entrance. He’s hard, but his face is harder.
I dare to open my eyes. He’s kissing me like he’s determined to forget whatever he was thinking about. It’s like he’s trying to forget what he was dreaming about and get lost inside me instead.
I break away from his soft lips. “Do you want to talk about it?” I hold his face with my hands, my soft attempt to stop him. Has he had anyone to talk to about the things he went through?
He shakes his head, “no.”
And with one detrimental thrust of his hips, he’s inside me again. His entire length enters me, and I moan into his shoulders. He grips my hips hard, pulling me into him like he’s greedy to go deeper. I claw at his back as his disheveled hair falls over his forehead. He hits that spot again inside me, my climax already wanting to finish me as he thrusts deeply, in and out.
“I don’t want to talk. I want to fuck until I can’t think anymore. Let me drown in you.”
His eyes are the most comforting essence when they’re on mine. My whole body crumbles into peace when I lose myself in those ice eyes. The stress deteriorates into nothing, and the calmness in my spirit thrives when I’m around him.
He is the silence to the havoc I self-inflict.
35
DAEGAN
We’rein a room full of military intelligence, SEAL Team Scarred Executioners, and Zeke’s team. I stand in the dark corner, my half mask is on.
I listen to Alessia inform us of the execution plan, followed by overwatch. Rooker and the Admiral stand beside her in front of us all.
The Admiral has no clue I was deep inside her, making her come all over my cock, making her scream my name, and her tits in my mouth just a few hours ago last night and this morning.
I already want to do it again.
She wants to be used, and I’ll gladly be the one to do it.
